As Sam was getting his picture taken with half the population of Delacroix, he felt someone pulling at his sleeve.

"Uncle Sam! Uncle Sam!"

Cass was jumping around him.

"Is it true you don't want Uncle Bucky to move in with you because you don't want to share?"

Sam froze, in shock.

"Huh? Who told you that?"

"Well, it was Uncle Bucky, he was talking to Mom, she asked him when are you guys moving in together. And then Uncle Bucky he said he would like to move in with you but you didn't want to share."

"Okay Cass, don't say you told me all that, promise?"

"Why? Is it a secret?"

"Yes, or rather a surprise."

A slightly spoiled surprise, but with Bucky's cyborg brain, you could expect anything.

"Just tell me Cass, did Bucky look sad when he said that?"

"Oh no no, he was even smiling."

Sam, a little relieved, thought to himself all was not finally spoiled. As he walked over to the table where Sam, Sarah and the kids were now, seeing how Bucky looked like part of the family, he felt filled with a sense of completeness he hadn't felt in a long time.

He thought about how Bucky had come into his life. He thought about how far they had come since their chaotic beginnings. Thinking about the misunderstandings. They had come to understand each other, to accept each other, to love each other. And Sam knew that it was now up to him to take the last step.

After the dinner, he went to join his sister for a moment, while Bucky shared a beer with Carlos listening to his anecdotes about Delacroix and the Wilsons.

Sarah smiled as she saw him approach, "So Sam, is it tonight?"

"Yeah, I think so." now that he said it out loud Sam wasn't so sure of himself.

"Hey Sam, it's okay you know. Anyone here could tell you how committed Bucky is to you. Honestly I think he's just waiting for that, but he'll never tell you, because he doesn't want to force you into something. In fact you both care so much about each other that you forget about yourself sometimes. You know, I'm really happy that you found happiness, you deserve it. I'm so proud of you Sam."

Sam hugged his sister, and she whispered in his ear, "It's going to be okay, I'm sure."

"Thanks little sister."

Then he left for the lakefront. As Sarah watched him go, she thought to herself that she was so happy that Sam had found someone good. She knew Bucky's past. She knew the wounds of her brother's past. Sam and Bucky were each what the other needed. Sam never handled Bucky with kid gloves, and Bucky, whose stubbornness Sarah had witnessed many times, Bucky always accepted being challenged by Sam. He had confessed to Sarah one night that Sam was the person he trusted most.

Sarah also saw the good that Bucky did for Sam. Bucky was sometimes worse than a mother hen with Sam, especially when they came back from their missions. Even when Bucky wasn't directly involved, he insisted on accompanying Sam. If her brother sometimes looked a little annoyed, Sarah thought it was cute, because deep down she knew it made Sam happy.

She was relieved that he finally had someone in his life who cared for him, someone he didn't have to be the strongest with all the time, someone who understood him and with whom he could lay down his weapons.

"Hey Sarah, have you seen Sam?"

Sarah smiled fondly, these two were wearing their hearts on their sleeves. It was kind of like watching a romcom that never had a happy ending, because they were a happy ending all the time. Even when they argued, and that happened regularly, you could see the love between them.

"Over there."

She pointed to the figure facing the lake.

"Thanks!" Bucky gave her a kiss on the cheek before moving towards her brother.

She couldn't help but call out to Bucky. "Hey Bucky, be nice to him, otherwise next to me, Carlos will look like an angel, okay?"

Bucky looked a little flabbergasted before replying, "Always Sarah." and then he gave her what she called the special Sam smile -the one Bucky gave when he talked about or to Sam- before going on his way.

Sarah knew she didn't need to warn Bucky, his devotion to her brother was unmistakable, but she had wanted to play the role of big sister for once, after all they didn't have parents who could make the shovel-talk anymore.

She looked at them for a while longer. Bucky reached Sam and put his hand on his shoulder to signal his presence. Sam gave him his special Bucky smile - yes, he too had a different smile when talking to or about Bucky. To be hones, if she looked up the definition of smitten in a dictionary, she was pretty sure it would have those two idiots in it. She laughed a little before going back to her children.

"Hey there." Bucky put his hand on Sam's shoulder to let him know he was here before sliding it down his arm and holding his hand.

"Hey..." Sam turned to him and smiled before returning his gaze to the horizon.

He felt Bucky look at him, "Your place or mine?"

Sam turned to him, "How about our place?"

"Huh?"

Sam pulled Bucky along, wrapping his arm around his neck, he needed to feel his skin under his hand and not the coldness of the vibranium arm. Because he wanted to remember this exact moment.

"Sam, w-what do you mean with our place?"

"Come with me and you'll see. Do you feel like walking for five minutes or do you prefer the car?"

"Walk, you know I like walking the streets of Delacroix."

Sam knew this, Bucky had come to know half the people here. He had once told Sam that after being locked up for so long in various cells and chambers, Delacroix was the only place he felt safe to walk freely on the streets. Ever since he'd settled in, he'd been walking the streets, enjoying a place and time where he could finally set up home.

"So we'll walk."

Fifteen minutes later, because they had run into at least five of Bucky's new acquaintances, they arrived where Sam wanted to be.

"Here we are." said Sam with a small smile.

"Where are we?"

"Well I don't know, look, maybe you'll get a clue."

Bucky's eyes darted back and forth between Sam and the house several times.

It was a small wooden house, on stilts, typical of the area. Surrounded by a few trees.

Bucky walked over and observed the surroundings, when he approached the mailbox he leaned over and Sam saw him freeze.

"Sam, that's..."

"Yes? What?", Sam took on an innocent look, knowing full well the reason for Bucky's reaction.

"On the mailbox..."

"Well what's on the mailbox?"

"It says, Wilson-Barnes!"

"It does? Really?"

"Saaaam!"

Sam took pity on him and came around to hug him from behind before putting his chin on his shoulder. Bucky's hands closed over his.

"I asked you earlier, how about our house?"

"You mean this house... You and me... Moving in?"

"If with that babbling you're asking me if this house is ours and if I want you and I to move in together, then that's what it is."

"Wow... that's just... amazing."

Sam turned Bucky around in his arms before giving him a long kiss. Then he moved sightly back.

"So? What do you say?"

Sam saw that mischievous smile appear on Bucky's lips that he had when he was planning to do something naughty.

"Well I don't know actually... because living together is a big step, so you must understand I need a few moments of r-hphm"

Sam took his time to wipe that cheeky smile off Bucky's face and when they caught their breath, he said between pants, "You were saying?"

"Yes, of course I say yes!"

Bucky laughed, the laughter that had punctuated Sam's days for several months now, before wrapping his arms around him and whispering into Sam's neck, "Thank you Sam for accepting me into your life."

Sam tightened his embrace and seeing the names on the mailbox over Bucky's shoulder, he replied, "Thank you for walking into mine."